My warfare is mental
i do more damage with a pencil
making dollars legal like daddy did
comprehend, amigo?
If wishes were fishes
we'd all cast nets
if money were honey
we'd all be stung
if greed were a need
we'd all be crushed
if fame were an aim
we're set to lose
Scheming and dreaming
back in town
new disk is beaming
rhyming and stealing
beats taking the heat
i carry no weapon
just said son
i pack no gun
There is no challenge
have no equal
so many stories
you gotta make a sequel
this is the end, my friend
this is the end, my friend